Genetic engineering enabled psychic abilities in the test children. And the ability to control the machinery to open portals between parallel Earths. But prejudice turned into exile, and the escape of the most powerfully "magical."

YA by ZOEY IVERS

A world without sleep, and a lot of unexpected consequences--the Barton Street Gym and Chicago.

Demi God A YA fantasy. When even the Gods are corrupt, how can a bunch of kids save a young prince?

In any case, I need to get back to work. Fix up _Survellance_ and fill in the holes in _Fort Dinosaur_

I made a tiny dent in that. Herewith the entirety of the writing I managed in ten days. Somewhere in Chapter four:

The Action Team stuck their noses in one of the Squishies and retreated grinning.

"Ooolala! Real beds! That could come in handy."

Ebsa cast a repressive glare at the speaker. It was Evlu, who, driving the Action, had pulled what could be generously called a poorly thought out, really, really stupid prank that could have been fatal. Or an attempt to murder Ra'd.

Pixie snickered . . . then turned to follow Evlu's glare at Ebsa. "What's wrong, Closey? You got a problem with us trying out some dried up old prunes?"Several of the academics were within hearing range, including the oldest prunes.

Ebsa turned and stepped over to the alarmed Acty. "Boss? Do you mind if I spar with the Action Teamers? I need some practice." Ebsa dropped his voice. "And order Ra'd to not join, so as to avoid . . . problems in the field."

:: Spoil sport. Be careful with Pixy. He's fast, strong and damn well trained. You are faster, but you don't have the experience or techniques. :: Ra'd's clear mental voice sounded worried.

:: Go pop some popcorn. ::

A mental grin, then Ebsa eyed the Action Leader as he frowned around and set his team to clearing a good sized square of grass and brush.

Ebsa sauntered over and used a carefully controlled horizontal slice and an angled shield to clear ground. That caught everyones' attention.

Pixie sniffed. "Showy waste of energy."

Ebsa pretended to not notice him muffing an attempt to copy the slice. At least no one lost any toes.

A snort from Ra'd. He and Okli were rolling up some of the larger tree trunks Ebsa had collected.

"Seats for the spectators." Okli dropped his voice. "I hope to hell Ra'd is right to be so confident."

Ebsa shrugged. "Relax. I'll no doubt collect a few bruises, but perhaps the Action Temers can work off some energy doing it, and they'll realize that Ra'd not the only one who casn call them on misbehavior."

Should have praticed more the last /// months. Especially the combined stuff Isakson taught me. This . . . is going to be painful.